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lyrics
Look at them look at you
Watch the eyes roll and sign 3 past 6.
People are not one thing
They are made up of an incomplete many, heavy handed gestures of gratitude unveiled mise en scene guilt a plenty.
Do your best
This life is means tested, the means to which has no end reference sisyphus, not even a king can cheat death.
There are greater and lesser men
The greatest realise them
The loud ones roost to know end
Heard as shame to strangers and cries to friends
The lesser pluck like hens
The rest rely on them
And when they lay in parchment laid by him
They cry why me why now not yet.
We were not raised equal
Most raised by fools
Some raised by wolves
Few raised by books
Read was once the first words spoken.
The hunger artist
Laying upon the bed of Hermes
He wrote his greatest story never told
All the while, they gawk at the sight of the violence in the eyes of a tiger untamed
He is gone.
Appeal for a refuge in which to die
We seek warmth from strangers, solitude found in knowing they know nothing of our past, so they cling closer. They are like us.
Kiss with eyes open
Watch them settle into the now and fall into the future.
Catch them when they are sleeping
Grip them tightly by their throats, remind them that to breath is a blessing. Look them in there eyes, be sure they see you, be sure they learn to say goodbye with good intent when they see good people do good.
Malicious rivalry
Practice an intensity of reverence towards your rival, be sure they can destroy you.
The Machiavellian
Snakes in the grass do not seem to cut blades, they shape and mould a garden, walk you through a maze and direct you to a forever exit.
Life is a ruse
My friend?
Take my hand, I wont let you fall.
Enemies are friends forever so
Read people not books for
The hatred is mutual
supported by 5 fans who also own “Waltz for Virgil”
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell